Page 187 of Thorns of Malice

I glance down at my body, again appreciating Dax's sense of fashion and how he spoils me. Then I stroll over to his couch and sit, crossing my legs.

The clock seems to tick louder, and my heart beats faster. I feel antsy, so I move onto my knees. I put one on each cushion and grip the back of the couch, wondering how I look and what Dax will think.

He flings open his office door, catching me by surprise.

I snap my head toward him.

He stops mid-stride in the doorway, and the sound of Michelle's nails clicking on the keyboard filter in behind him.

I drag my gaze down his body until it gets to his cock. Then I raise it slowly back up, pinning him with a challenging look and loudly stating, "What are you waiting for? Your dirty whore has needs."

The clicking sound ceases.

Dax's Adam's apple throbs in his neck. He clenches his fist at his side and studies me, his dark gaze lingering on my ass.

"Well? Is there a reason you're making my greedy pussy wait for you?" I ask saucily.

His lips twitch.

"Your filthy slut needs you to take care of her."

He shuts the door and locks it.

"Unlock it," I order.

He glances back at me, no longer able to hold back his grin.

"Unlock it," I repeat.

He obeys and walks over to me. He puts his palm on my ass, and to rile him up even more, I tell him, "I've been soaking wet all day just thinking about you."

He groans. "Fuck, you're perfect."

I laugh and then wiggle my ass.

He spanks me, and a sting erupts over my flesh from the strike.

"Yes!" I belt out.

He rubs the sting away, then spanks me several more times until my pussy spasms and my ass is numb. He murmurs in my ear, "You've been a bad little slut, wearing your stilettos and this outfit to my office, haven't you?"

"Yes!"

He demands, "I have a lot of work to do today. Who do you think you are coming in here and waving your bare ass cheeks in the air?"

"I'm your dripping-wet, greedy whore," I breathe, endorphins attacking me in full force.

He smacks me again, and I yelp. The sting resurfaces, and he rubs it out. "Louder!"

"I'm your dripping-wet, greedy whore!" I call out, my insides trembling with flutters. I'm sure everyone in the office can hear, but my demons love the risk of getting caught, and all I've thought about all day is how much I've missed Dax's public humiliation.

Maybe I'm a masochist. Perhaps the initiation into his world years ago entrenched me too deeply to ever return to anything vanilla. Yet I'm no longer ashamed of anything Dax or I say to each other during sex.

The world can know all of it. Every moment we're in our roles feeds my demons, and I won't hide them anymore. Not with Dax. Not with myself. This is who I am and who we are together, and I realize I don't want to change any part of us.

His mouth grazes my ear. He praises, "You fucking perfect, gorgeous baby girl. But what do you think you're doing, coming in here with your beautiful slutty lips when I'm in the middle of important stuff?"

Tingles burst throughout me. "Drop your pants," I order. "I don't have time to wait for it all day. My cunt's wet and ready for you. I need to be fucked, Dax. I need to be fucked now!"

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